The Facility - Sanctuary/WH13 Crossover - Pt 8 - Well Met
Title: The Facility Series Part 8 - Well Met
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made. Dr. Sierra Mawer and the Facility are mine all mine.
Pairings: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: MA - NC-17 NSFW. For gratuitous girls’ sexytimez
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun! Also thank you Fitful_fire for the kick ass beta!
A/N2: Whew! I finally made it back to Myka and H.G. - Don’t worry, I’ll go back to the story soon for those who aren’t into the NC-17 stuff, *looking around* I know I left the plot around here somewhere…Wait, I hear crickets chirping, anyone out there who isn’t just reading for the sex?
The Facility Series - Part 7 - Enough is Enough
Part 8 - Well Met
A week later H.G. was frowning, tapping her finger almost caressingly on the handle of her soldering iron. She was attempting to focus on the problem rather than straining to hear Myka’s approaching footsteps from the hall. She finally lost herself in the flow of the mechanics and theory behind the set up when seemingly moments later she felt a hand slide around her waist and another gather the hair off her neck where a gentle kiss was planted. Her whole demeanor relaxed into Myka’s body behind her.
“Mmm, I missed you,” She sighed, tipping her head back to rest on Myka’s shoulder.
“I missed you too,” Myka said nuzzling into H.G,’s neck and squeezing her middle. “Magnus is waiting to say hi.”
Helen was outside in the hall studying the conduit on the walls and giving the lovebirds time to greet each other when she heard H.G.’s call through the doorway, “Hello Helen!”
“H.G,” Helen greeted her as she came in through the door. “How are you?”
H.G. smiled a wry smile, “I could be better,” she said and glanced at Myka.
“I’m sure you could be,” She also looked at Myka, whose cheeks flushed. “I’ll be on my way then and let you ‘get better’. Did you still wish for my help later?”
“Thank you yes,” HG said, “but it is getting quite late. Perhaps tomorrow morning?”
“We have a plan. Good night you two.” Helen walked from the room not expecting a response.
Myka pounced as soon as Helen turned her back. She pressed in, sitting H.G. on the table and hungrily possessing her mouth. “That was unfair Helena,” She intoned between kisses. She was one of the few who used H.G.’s true first name, and Helena loved hearing her name from those lips. “You driving me crazy over the Farnsworth like that… You make me do things I never thought I’d want to do.” Her hands found H.G.’s hair and she tugged her head to the side to leave a trail of nibbles down to Helena’s shoulder.
“Dearest, we must make due with what we have when we have it. Always be prepared…” H.G. trailed off breathlessly as Myka nipped at her breast through the fabric of her blouse.
“Yeah, that motto of yours…” Myka pulled back and studied her lover, “But you know what you do to me you mean thing. You get me all hot and then I don’t get to see you for weeks. I lay down to sleep and I can’t stop thinking about your hands, your lips, your body pressed against mine. I can’t fall asleep without touching myself and imagining you.”
“In that case I command you to stop thinking about me,” Helena ordered her with amusement in her voice. “I would rather no one touch you but myself.” She paused, her eyes glimmering, “or at my word. Aside from which, you must focus on your work.”
“Nope, unh uh, there’s no way.” Myka responded, her breath coming more quickly, even thought H.G. couldn’t really command her, Helena’s voice gained a special timbre in those moments that Myka had never heard from another soul. She would follow that sound anywhere. “At least I have you now.”
“Indeed,” Wells agreed and glanced at the clock. “My time is nearly up, shall we?”
Myka offered her hand, “Let’s go.”
When they entered the barracks they found it deserted. It appeared as if Sam had already relocated the twelve H.G. had decided were unfit and the other two were away. Helena led Myka through to a doorway at the back of the main room, “I have my own space now. Not nearly as comfortable as I prefer, but private and a modicum of comfort,” she said as they passed through the door.
Myka looked around the efficiency style space. She felt for H.G., who was surely missing her freedoms in this Spartan room. She turned and held her girlfriend tight. “We’ll get you out of here.”
Wells nodded, “I know, but the first step is to get Sierra out of here.”
Myka frowned at her with a thousand questions in her eyes, but they promptly slipped from her mind as H.G. pressed fingertips to her lips then replaced them with her mouth. Myka melted into her as H.G. nibbled at her lower lip. It still amazed Myka what Helena could make her feel with just a look, the briefest touch or even a few words over a communication device. It was as if her presence heightened all of Myka’s senses at once. She squeaked as a fingertip brushed over a taught nipple through her shirt.
“Mmm, you like that?” H.G. asked.
“Yeah,” Myka responded, pressing her against the doorframe.
“Do you want more?” Wells’ other hand quested further down. Her eyes darkened as she felt Myka’s intoxicating presence under her hands. Placing her warm palm over the rise in the fabric of Myka’s blouse she looked up, her question reflected in her eyes.
“Uh huh,” Myka leaned harder against her, pinning Helena’s hands between them, and lowered her forehead to let it rest on Helena’s, “So much more.” She breathed.
Helena moved her hands to Myka’s back , then stood on her toes and ran her lips lightly down Myka’s throat, making her shudder. When Myka tilted her chin back to allow her access, Helena could feel Myka’s pulse quicken against her lips.
Helena pressed Myka back and slowly unbuttoned the taller woman’s shirt, licking the salt from Myka’s skin, and tickling the flesh of her torso with only a hint of her mouth. Myka looked down and watched, struck by the level of interest and attentiveness in H.G.’s eyes. To have the high powered weapon of Helena’s mind trained on her was thrilling. Myka took a handful of the fabric at Helena’s shoulder and pulled her closer to the bed. She had been thinking about this for hours along the trip through the mountains. Trying to participate in a conversation with Magnus had failed, because her mind kept drifting off to Helena. She worried Magnus could tell by her demeanor what her mind was really on, what she wanted to do with H.G. But either Magnus didn’t know or didn’t mention it.
They undressed each other slowly, letting the heat between them rise; absence made the heart grow fonder, but presence was still the richer experience. Fingertips caressed and lips ghosted over each heated bit of revealed flesh. Just as Myka wondered which of them would give in first, she was gently pushed onto the bed and found H.G. right there beside her when she landed. Helena’s lithe frame wrapped around her and pinned her down.
Filling her hands with curls she tugged Myka’s lips to her own, pressing into her body and sinking Myka into the sheets. Kissing Myka long and sensuously Helena felt nails dig into the flesh of her back as she parted her mouth. She let Myka’s tongue explore as she flexed her back upward letting Myka leave eight trails of fire down to her sides. Her eyes closed as the sensations both soft and intense overcame the troubles in her mind. Myka rolled Helena on her back and the inventor let out a contented sigh. She arched into the warmth of lips and tongue on her breast; when Myka’s teeth seized a nipple, electricity sizzled through her and her muscles jerked.
Myka pulled back and brushed an errant curl behind her ear, “Did I hurt you?”
H.G. opened her eyes and looked deep into Myka’s, “No dearest. Your touch could never hurt me, you know that.”
“I do,” She sighed as Helena’s hands stroked down her sides and rested at her ribs. H.G. sat up and kissed along Myka’s collarbone, making her long limbs go weak. The younger woman let out a breath, then took in a deeper one and held it, feeling her ribs expand against Helena’s fingers. Then H.G. was sliding down beneath her kneeling form and Myka gasped when Helena’s tongue immediately found her center. Myka’s hips shifted in time with Helena’s attentions and her breaths became ragged gasps. Finding Myka’s core with her fingers, Helena began a cadence adding both her thumb and tongue on Myka’s clit that had the younger woman mewling and chewing on her bottom lip.
An “oh” and a whine was all Myka could manage before she came. Myka fell forward supporting herself with one arm until H.G. slithered out from under her.
Laying down on her front, Helena’s warm weight covered her. Kisses crossed her shoulder blades and hands kneaded her muscles. When Myka tried to rise, she was simply pressed back down, so she soaked in the attention drowsily.
After a few long moments Myka mumbled, “I want.”
“What do you want dearest?” H.G. whispered in her ear.
“I want to touch you. To feel your body respond to me, to taste you as you come.” Myka said.
Helena felt a surge of energy from her belly to her chest at those words and shifted to let Myka sit up and turn. An elegant smirk became serious when Myka rapidly moved forward and kissed her while forcing Helena down under her. Without time or desire to react, Helena simply gave in.
“We see each other so little, I feel like I need to explore you all over again each time. I miss so many things about you when we’re apart.” Myka said as she perched over Helena’s hips.
“What could you miss about me?” Helena asked, fishing.
Myka leaned over and whispered into Helena’s cheek, “The sound of your voice is a sweet caress to my ears.” She moved her lips to Helena’s pulse point and continued, “I miss your comments and quips while we would be talking to Pete and Claudia. I love the way you come up behind me and whisper, giving me goose bumps without even touching me. And the sounds you make when I touch you, when I’m inside of you, drive me wild.” Myka smiled and moved for another kiss, then moved back to Helena’s neck while she continued. “Then there’s your skin. Soft as the petals of a flower, strong enough to hold the soul of a time wanderer, a thief,” Myka kissed Helena’s lips again to quell her protestations, then continued, “an adventurer, a warrior, and a poet.”
“Mmm, do continue,” Helena said, encouraging both the praise and the kisses that Myka was now lavishing across her chest and abdomen.
Myka sucked in her lips, thinking for a moment, and went on, “I miss your mind too. I could listen to you talk about your theories and ideas and,” she nipped at the bruised flesh of Helena’s nipple again causing the other woman to suck in her breath, “formulas for days. Brilliantly making connections and seeing truths where anyone else would see nothing at all.” She sat back and studied her lover, “You’re so much more than a hot body Helena.”
“Hmm,” Helena sighed smiling smugly, “I do know that, but it’s gratifying to know that you do as well.”
As Helena said this Myka trickled her way down to Helena’s thighs, “Ego,” was all she said before locking her gaze on eyes hooded and half hidden by raven locks. Myka saw the smug look vanish as she opened Helena’s thighs wider. Beginning midway she lightly ran her tongue up one side, then the other, skipping the place she knew Helena wanted her most, earning a growl from the back of Helena’s throat.
“I missed making love to you. I missed your taste, “ Myka continued, licked her lips, and then nipped at a quad muscle, “I missed hearing you scream your pleasure,” she lapped at Helena’s folds then pulled away. Helena’s breath caught, and she groaned when the contact parted again.
“Love, are you trying to drive me mad?” Helena asked through trembling breaths.
Myka slid her hands up the insides of Helena’s thighs and opened her still wider responding, “Yes, is it working?” She asked casually, as if she didn’t know the answer.
Helena nodded, trying to control the panting that insisted she breath even when the air seemed to have gone from the room, “Yes-Please.”
Myka stopped and caught Helena’s gaze again, her fingertips poised, grazing her opening, “I want to hear you beg again.”
“Myka. Please.”
A loud moan ripped from her throat as Myka filled her. Helena’s head snapped back and her body arched into Myka’s eager mouth, which sucked and teased at her sensitive flesh. Myka’s fingers found their place inside her and stroked first lightly, then with increasing force. As Helena’s body writhed in response she grabbed Myka’s hair and roughly pulled her back to her lips kissing her hard. Breathing in time to Myka’s thrusts she let go of Myka’s hair and lips were at her breast again, nipping and teasing. She tried to quell the vocalizations, in case someone had come into the room on the other side of the door, but couldn’t. Then Myka’s mouth was at her center again, stirring her higher. “Please Myka. Don’t stop.” Helena begged again, though the pleading words were underlined with that lower pitch Myka loved, making it almost a command.
Myka paused, just long enough to answer, “Never,” then drove into her partner harder to crush any question that stopping was even an option. Looking up Myka could see the ecstasy on Helena’s face. Lips parted, muscles taught and cheeks flushed, Helena’s was the most beautiful face Myka had ever seen until those almond eyes opened and looked down at her. Myka pulled the bundle of nerves under her tongue into her mouth and sucked hard. Helena shattered and cried out with what breath was left in her, her muscles contracting in waves of descending intensity.
As Helena gasped for air Myka remained inside her and moved up. She kissed her abdomen, chest, neck and finally lips before slowly pulling her fingers away. Helena’s body shook with small tremors and Myka rested against her. Her head was propped on one hand watching, while the other hand roamed and trailed caresses over moist flesh. “And I missed holding you as your body trembles and you come back to yourself,” Myka said tenderly.
When Helena’s eyes focused on Myka’s again she saw a thief. Her own smug smile was resting on her lover’s lips. “You, give that back,” she said pulling a surprised Myka down on top of her and kissing the smirk right off her. Myka squeaked again and settled in for a long, glorious night.
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When Mawer sensed that Magnus had arrived, she hurried to finish and went directly to her rooms. The guard wasn’t too thrilled when she handed him the mop handle, she usually took care of such things herself after the techs went home, but this afternoon she really didn’t care. Sierra also sensed Myka and H.G.’s greeting but immediately turned her focus on something else. She had never worried about giving the people within her mind’s reach privacy before, but then, well, she wasn’t going to think about it, that was the point. When she got to the door she paused to collect herself, not wanting to appear over eager, and entered to find Magnus browsing her library with several volumes in the crook of her arm.
Sierra smiled and leaned against the doorframe, “I’m not OCD, so if you’re rearranging them to annoy me you’ll be disappointed.”
Magnus looked up and smiled back, “Not at all, you simply have several rare works I’m interested in. Where would you acquire these?”
Sierra shrugged as she entered, “Ebay,” she said simply.
“Of course,” Helen said setting the stack down on the coffee table and crossing to Sierra. Wrapping her arms around the taller woman, she felt the tension in Sierra’s shoulders ease, “Now they are kept like you. A treasure tucked away and hidden from the rest of the world.”
“I intend to scan them and post them on the Internet,” Sierra said earnestly, not wanting Helen to think she’d keep so much knowledge to herself. “I just haven’t gotten to it.” Her knees got slightly weak being in Helen’s presence again. It was either that or whatever Helen was doing with her lips and tongue on her neck, it felt so good…
“Oh I much prefer handling timeless treasures to simply viewing them on a screen. Much more satisfying,” Helen said, feeling Sierra’s breath catch.
“Umm so,” Sierra’s voice cracked and she swallowed, “Besides raiding my library, what are you planning to do while you are here?”
“There is something H.G. and I want to do for you. We’ll be working on it tomorrow until my appointment with your facility physician.”
“You don’t have to do anything for me. You have already done something more than anyone else has done.”
Helen leaned back and cocked her head, “Really? What’s that?”
“You came back.”
The off-handed tone of that remark saddened Helen. Sierra noticed and rushed to assure her, “It’s fine, I’m fine. Before - that was by design, my choices as much as anyone else’s kept me solitary.” Sierra caressed Magnus’ shoulders, “Now I’ve met someone whose company I adore, who’s infinitely attractive,” She plucked at the collar of Helen’s shirt, “and I did want to see again, and here you are. Takes some getting used to, but it makes me happy.”
“I told you I would return,” Helen looked a little offended.
Sierra ran her knuckles along Helen’s jaw line, “Surely you know about promises made in the dark. They often fade like dreams in the light of day.”
“Well I for one will not fade in daylight or darkness.” Helen said pulling Sierra into a kiss. Helen teased Sierra’s lips open with the tip of her tongue while she backed the blonde over to the sofa. Sierra found herself sprawled against the cushion of the arm with Helen’s lips on her neck while her hands roamed the plateaus and valleys of her body.
Sierra’s heart skipped and she knew she was lost. She let Helen have her way as she pulled Sierra’s shirt off and explored her skin with velvet lips. Every now and then Sierra gasped when Helen used her teeth to make a mark and watch it fade. As Helen kissed down and lingered at her beltline Sierra spoke up, “What say we move this over to a more comfortable setting?” She suggested.
“Mmm,” Helen assented, and then cautiously added, “I’ve brought something I’d like to try with you.”
Sierra raised one eyebrow as Helen stood and went to her duffel. She could feel Helen’s excitement and knew there was nothing she could pull out of that overnight bag that Sierra would deny her.
Helen found and held up a harness with a toy already attached. Sierra chuckled, but there was lust in her eyes, “You want to ride me don’t you?” She’d had one of those a long time ago, though it was made of leather, not silicone.
“With those long legs of yours I want to take full advantage.” Helen said as she looked the blonde up and down with a predatory glint.
Sierra stood and crowded her. Taking the leather from her hand, she took a chance as well. “What if I just lay you down and fuck you without pretext?” She growled.
Mawer felt Helen’s emotional response at nearly the same time as the arms wrapping around her neck. Helen pulled her into a bruising kiss and with a small jump, hooked her legs around Mawer’s hipbones. “If you must,” Helen whispered in her ear. Usually the vulgarity would have sounded harsh to Helen’s ear, but when Sierra said it, it simply heightened her arousal.
Sierra carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Their eyes locked as they shucked their clothing. Soon, Helen scooted to the edge of the mattress and Sierra stood before her naked and beautiful. Magnus had ached for this for so long, a partner who could be taken one moment and take her the next.
Kneeling down and kissing her knee Sierra asked, “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” She ran her cheek halfway up Helen’s inner thigh, stopped and looked back up into Helen’s eyes.
“Do you?” Helen countered.
Sierra didn’t answer, she rose and took the harness off the bed where it had been tossed with Magnus and handed it over. Helen took it and wrapped the leather around Sierra, fastening the buckles tight. Pulling on the strap she found no give.
“Move back.” Sierra ordered and Magnus obeyed shifting up and laying her head on the pillows. Sierra followed more slowly. Beginning at Helen’s calf she alternated kissing, nipping and suckling up the length leg. As her lips crept up Helen’s inner thigh she paused, then nestled between them. Her mouth coaxed and her tongue was insistent as she lapped and explored, with Helen’s rapid breathing and incoherent mewling spurring her on. Sierra’s tongue traced random shapes through Helen’s tender folds, avoiding the rhythm that would allow Helen release. Feeling Helen’s want becoming need, she moved higher up her body and gently sucked a nipple into her mouth. She was forcing Magnus to beg and Helen knew it.
Helen arched into her. “Please Sierra,” Helen pleaded, her nerves thrummed and her need pulsed, aching for release, “Fuck me.”
Those words and the accompanying desire lit Sierra’s own nerves on fire. She groaned and, edging her hips closer, filled her lover in one fluid stroke, gasping at the way it made Helen feel.
Helen’s breath caught and a low moan into Sierra’s lips followed. Sierra let Helen set the initial pace, but took over when she realized she sensed what Helen wanted before Helen even knew she wanted it. It had been a long time, but her movements were smooth, and she knew how to satisfy. While she rocked her hips, here and there she shifted, reaching places that made Helen moan at each thrust. Helen’s eyes were black as night, her energy was so intense it was all Sierra could do to hold on to conscious thought as she felt the crescendo within Helen unfurl within in her self as well. Then she surprised herself and Helen by flipping them both over so Helen was astride her.
A low growl rose from Helen’s throat and she put a hand on Sierra’s chest levering herself up as she took her pleasure with slow undulations meeting each push of Sierra’s hips. Sierra placed one hand on Helens hip and the other kneaded slow circles into Helen’s clit. She was seeing stars as the fire rose within the woman above her until Helen shivered and let go with a moan, sweet release carrying both of them away.
After a moment of tension Helen leaned down and kissed Sierra, then relaxed on top of her as her breathing slowed. Sierra wrapped one arm protectively around her and reached down with the other, slipping the buckles so the harness fell away. As the toy glided out of her, Helen made a satisfied sound and snuggled in closer. Sierra closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of Helen’s hair, feeling soft breaths on her collarbone.
Pulling the blankets over them she let out a contented huff of air and kissed Helen’s forehead.
“Actually there was quite a bit of pretext there,” Helen said into her neck.
“Mmm yes, I have been accused of lavishing the reader with far too much description before beginning a story.” Sierra kissed Helen’s forehead and gave her a squeeze.
Archive: Just ask
Author: Fox - madfoxzz
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just like to fiddle with them. I don’t claim to speak through any official channels for either show, or the production company, and there is no profit being made. Dr. Sierra Mawer and the Facility are mine all mine.
Pairings: Helen Magnus/OFC (Sierra Mawer) - Myka/HG Wells
Fandom: Warehouse 13 and Sanctuary crossover
Rating: MA - NC-17 NSFW. For gratuitous girls’ sexytimez
Spoilers: Takes place after Warehouse 13 S2 and Sanctuary S2
A/N: Thank you to Nadezehdast, stargate_sg1sg1 and others who suggested I try a crossover, this is fun! Also thank you Fitful_fire for the kick ass beta!
A/N2: Whew! I finally made it back to Myka and H.G. - Don’t worry, I’ll go back to the story soon for those who aren’t into the NC-17 stuff, *looking around* I know I left the plot around here somewhere…Wait, I hear crickets chirping, anyone out there who isn’t just reading for the sex?
The Facility Series - Part 7 - Enough is Enough
Part 8 - Well Met
A week later H.G. was frowning, tapping her finger almost caressingly on the handle of her soldering iron. She was attempting to focus on the problem rather than straining to hear Myka’s approaching footsteps from the hall. She finally lost herself in the flow of the mechanics and theory behind the set up when seemingly moments later she felt a hand slide around her waist and another gather the hair off her neck where a gentle kiss was planted. Her whole demeanor relaxed into Myka’s body behind her.
“Mmm, I missed you,” She sighed, tipping her head back to rest on Myka’s shoulder.
“I missed you too,” Myka said nuzzling into H.G,’s neck and squeezing her middle. “Magnus is waiting to say hi.”
Helen was outside in the hall studying the conduit on the walls and giving the lovebirds time to greet each other when she heard H.G.’s call through the doorway, “Hello Helen!”
“H.G,” Helen greeted her as she came in through the door. “How are you?”
H.G. smiled a wry smile, “I could be better,” she said and glanced at Myka.
“I’m sure you could be,” She also looked at Myka, whose cheeks flushed. “I’ll be on my way then and let you ‘get better’. Did you still wish for my help later?”
“Thank you yes,” HG said, “but it is getting quite late. Perhaps tomorrow morning?”
“We have a plan. Good night you two.” Helen walked from the room not expecting a response.
Myka pounced as soon as Helen turned her back. She pressed in, sitting H.G. on the table and hungrily possessing her mouth. “That was unfair Helena,” She intoned between kisses. She was one of the few who used H.G.’s true first name, and Helena loved hearing her name from those lips. “You driving me crazy over the Farnsworth like that… You make me do things I never thought I’d want to do.” Her hands found H.G.’s hair and she tugged her head to the side to leave a trail of nibbles down to Helena’s shoulder.
“Dearest, we must make due with what we have when we have it. Always be prepared…” H.G. trailed off breathlessly as Myka nipped at her breast through the fabric of her blouse.
“Yeah, that motto of yours…” Myka pulled back and studied her lover, “But you know what you do to me you mean thing. You get me all hot and then I don’t get to see you for weeks. I lay down to sleep and I can’t stop thinking about your hands, your lips, your body pressed against mine. I can’t fall asleep without touching myself and imagining you.”
“In that case I command you to stop thinking about me,” Helena ordered her with amusement in her voice. “I would rather no one touch you but myself.” She paused, her eyes glimmering, “or at my word. Aside from which, you must focus on your work.”
“Nope, unh uh, there’s no way.” Myka responded, her breath coming more quickly, even thought H.G. couldn’t really command her, Helena’s voice gained a special timbre in those moments that Myka had never heard from another soul. She would follow that sound anywhere. “At least I have you now.”
“Indeed,” Wells agreed and glanced at the clock. “My time is nearly up, shall we?”
Myka offered her hand, “Let’s go.”
When they entered the barracks they found it deserted. It appeared as if Sam had already relocated the twelve H.G. had decided were unfit and the other two were away. Helena led Myka through to a doorway at the back of the main room, “I have my own space now. Not nearly as comfortable as I prefer, but private and a modicum of comfort,” she said as they passed through the door.
Myka looked around the efficiency style space. She felt for H.G., who was surely missing her freedoms in this Spartan room. She turned and held her girlfriend tight. “We’ll get you out of here.”
Wells nodded, “I know, but the first step is to get Sierra out of here.”
Myka frowned at her with a thousand questions in her eyes, but they promptly slipped from her mind as H.G. pressed fingertips to her lips then replaced them with her mouth. Myka melted into her as H.G. nibbled at her lower lip. It still amazed Myka what Helena could make her feel with just a look, the briefest touch or even a few words over a communication device. It was as if her presence heightened all of Myka’s senses at once. She squeaked as a fingertip brushed over a taught nipple through her shirt.
“Mmm, you like that?” H.G. asked.
“Yeah,” Myka responded, pressing her against the doorframe.
“Do you want more?” Wells’ other hand quested further down. Her eyes darkened as she felt Myka’s intoxicating presence under her hands. Placing her warm palm over the rise in the fabric of Myka’s blouse she looked up, her question reflected in her eyes.
“Uh huh,” Myka leaned harder against her, pinning Helena’s hands between them, and lowered her forehead to let it rest on Helena’s, “So much more.” She breathed.
Helena moved her hands to Myka’s back , then stood on her toes and ran her lips lightly down Myka’s throat, making her shudder. When Myka tilted her chin back to allow her access, Helena could feel Myka’s pulse quicken against her lips.
Helena pressed Myka back and slowly unbuttoned the taller woman’s shirt, licking the salt from Myka’s skin, and tickling the flesh of her torso with only a hint of her mouth. Myka looked down and watched, struck by the level of interest and attentiveness in H.G.’s eyes. To have the high powered weapon of Helena’s mind trained on her was thrilling. Myka took a handful of the fabric at Helena’s shoulder and pulled her closer to the bed. She had been thinking about this for hours along the trip through the mountains. Trying to participate in a conversation with Magnus had failed, because her mind kept drifting off to Helena. She worried Magnus could tell by her demeanor what her mind was really on, what she wanted to do with H.G. But either Magnus didn’t know or didn’t mention it.
They undressed each other slowly, letting the heat between them rise; absence made the heart grow fonder, but presence was still the richer experience. Fingertips caressed and lips ghosted over each heated bit of revealed flesh. Just as Myka wondered which of them would give in first, she was gently pushed onto the bed and found H.G. right there beside her when she landed. Helena’s lithe frame wrapped around her and pinned her down.
Filling her hands with curls she tugged Myka’s lips to her own, pressing into her body and sinking Myka into the sheets. Kissing Myka long and sensuously Helena felt nails dig into the flesh of her back as she parted her mouth. She let Myka’s tongue explore as she flexed her back upward letting Myka leave eight trails of fire down to her sides. Her eyes closed as the sensations both soft and intense overcame the troubles in her mind. Myka rolled Helena on her back and the inventor let out a contented sigh. She arched into the warmth of lips and tongue on her breast; when Myka’s teeth seized a nipple, electricity sizzled through her and her muscles jerked.
Myka pulled back and brushed an errant curl behind her ear, “Did I hurt you?”
H.G. opened her eyes and looked deep into Myka’s, “No dearest. Your touch could never hurt me, you know that.”
“I do,” She sighed as Helena’s hands stroked down her sides and rested at her ribs. H.G. sat up and kissed along Myka’s collarbone, making her long limbs go weak. The younger woman let out a breath, then took in a deeper one and held it, feeling her ribs expand against Helena’s fingers. Then H.G. was sliding down beneath her kneeling form and Myka gasped when Helena’s tongue immediately found her center. Myka’s hips shifted in time with Helena’s attentions and her breaths became ragged gasps. Finding Myka’s core with her fingers, Helena began a cadence adding both her thumb and tongue on Myka’s clit that had the younger woman mewling and chewing on her bottom lip.
An “oh” and a whine was all Myka could manage before she came. Myka fell forward supporting herself with one arm until H.G. slithered out from under her.
Laying down on her front, Helena’s warm weight covered her. Kisses crossed her shoulder blades and hands kneaded her muscles. When Myka tried to rise, she was simply pressed back down, so she soaked in the attention drowsily.
After a few long moments Myka mumbled, “I want.”
“What do you want dearest?” H.G. whispered in her ear.
“I want to touch you. To feel your body respond to me, to taste you as you come.” Myka said.
Helena felt a surge of energy from her belly to her chest at those words and shifted to let Myka sit up and turn. An elegant smirk became serious when Myka rapidly moved forward and kissed her while forcing Helena down under her. Without time or desire to react, Helena simply gave in.
“We see each other so little, I feel like I need to explore you all over again each time. I miss so many things about you when we’re apart.” Myka said as she perched over Helena’s hips.
“What could you miss about me?” Helena asked, fishing.
Myka leaned over and whispered into Helena’s cheek, “The sound of your voice is a sweet caress to my ears.” She moved her lips to Helena’s pulse point and continued, “I miss your comments and quips while we would be talking to Pete and Claudia. I love the way you come up behind me and whisper, giving me goose bumps without even touching me. And the sounds you make when I touch you, when I’m inside of you, drive me wild.” Myka smiled and moved for another kiss, then moved back to Helena’s neck while she continued. “Then there’s your skin. Soft as the petals of a flower, strong enough to hold the soul of a time wanderer, a thief,” Myka kissed Helena’s lips again to quell her protestations, then continued, “an adventurer, a warrior, and a poet.”
“Mmm, do continue,” Helena said, encouraging both the praise and the kisses that Myka was now lavishing across her chest and abdomen.
Myka sucked in her lips, thinking for a moment, and went on, “I miss your mind too. I could listen to you talk about your theories and ideas and,” she nipped at the bruised flesh of Helena’s nipple again causing the other woman to suck in her breath, “formulas for days. Brilliantly making connections and seeing truths where anyone else would see nothing at all.” She sat back and studied her lover, “You’re so much more than a hot body Helena.”
“Hmm,” Helena sighed smiling smugly, “I do know that, but it’s gratifying to know that you do as well.”
As Helena said this Myka trickled her way down to Helena’s thighs, “Ego,” was all she said before locking her gaze on eyes hooded and half hidden by raven locks. Myka saw the smug look vanish as she opened Helena’s thighs wider. Beginning midway she lightly ran her tongue up one side, then the other, skipping the place she knew Helena wanted her most, earning a growl from the back of Helena’s throat.
“I missed making love to you. I missed your taste, “ Myka continued, licked her lips, and then nipped at a quad muscle, “I missed hearing you scream your pleasure,” she lapped at Helena’s folds then pulled away. Helena’s breath caught, and she groaned when the contact parted again.
“Love, are you trying to drive me mad?” Helena asked through trembling breaths.
Myka slid her hands up the insides of Helena’s thighs and opened her still wider responding, “Yes, is it working?” She asked casually, as if she didn’t know the answer.
Helena nodded, trying to control the panting that insisted she breath even when the air seemed to have gone from the room, “Yes-Please.”
Myka stopped and caught Helena’s gaze again, her fingertips poised, grazing her opening, “I want to hear you beg again.”
“Myka. Please.”
A loud moan ripped from her throat as Myka filled her. Helena’s head snapped back and her body arched into Myka’s eager mouth, which sucked and teased at her sensitive flesh. Myka’s fingers found their place inside her and stroked first lightly, then with increasing force. As Helena’s body writhed in response she grabbed Myka’s hair and roughly pulled her back to her lips kissing her hard. Breathing in time to Myka’s thrusts she let go of Myka’s hair and lips were at her breast again, nipping and teasing. She tried to quell the vocalizations, in case someone had come into the room on the other side of the door, but couldn’t. Then Myka’s mouth was at her center again, stirring her higher. “Please Myka. Don’t stop.” Helena begged again, though the pleading words were underlined with that lower pitch Myka loved, making it almost a command.
Myka paused, just long enough to answer, “Never,” then drove into her partner harder to crush any question that stopping was even an option. Looking up Myka could see the ecstasy on Helena’s face. Lips parted, muscles taught and cheeks flushed, Helena’s was the most beautiful face Myka had ever seen until those almond eyes opened and looked down at her. Myka pulled the bundle of nerves under her tongue into her mouth and sucked hard. Helena shattered and cried out with what breath was left in her, her muscles contracting in waves of descending intensity.
As Helena gasped for air Myka remained inside her and moved up. She kissed her abdomen, chest, neck and finally lips before slowly pulling her fingers away. Helena’s body shook with small tremors and Myka rested against her. Her head was propped on one hand watching, while the other hand roamed and trailed caresses over moist flesh. “And I missed holding you as your body trembles and you come back to yourself,” Myka said tenderly.
When Helena’s eyes focused on Myka’s again she saw a thief. Her own smug smile was resting on her lover’s lips. “You, give that back,” she said pulling a surprised Myka down on top of her and kissing the smirk right off her. Myka squeaked again and settled in for a long, glorious night.
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When Mawer sensed that Magnus had arrived, she hurried to finish and went directly to her rooms. The guard wasn’t too thrilled when she handed him the mop handle, she usually took care of such things herself after the techs went home, but this afternoon she really didn’t care. Sierra also sensed Myka and H.G.’s greeting but immediately turned her focus on something else. She had never worried about giving the people within her mind’s reach privacy before, but then, well, she wasn’t going to think about it, that was the point. When she got to the door she paused to collect herself, not wanting to appear over eager, and entered to find Magnus browsing her library with several volumes in the crook of her arm.
Sierra smiled and leaned against the doorframe, “I’m not OCD, so if you’re rearranging them to annoy me you’ll be disappointed.”
Magnus looked up and smiled back, “Not at all, you simply have several rare works I’m interested in. Where would you acquire these?”
Sierra shrugged as she entered, “Ebay,” she said simply.
“Of course,” Helen said setting the stack down on the coffee table and crossing to Sierra. Wrapping her arms around the taller woman, she felt the tension in Sierra’s shoulders ease, “Now they are kept like you. A treasure tucked away and hidden from the rest of the world.”
“I intend to scan them and post them on the Internet,” Sierra said earnestly, not wanting Helen to think she’d keep so much knowledge to herself. “I just haven’t gotten to it.” Her knees got slightly weak being in Helen’s presence again. It was either that or whatever Helen was doing with her lips and tongue on her neck, it felt so good…
“Oh I much prefer handling timeless treasures to simply viewing them on a screen. Much more satisfying,” Helen said, feeling Sierra’s breath catch.
“Umm so,” Sierra’s voice cracked and she swallowed, “Besides raiding my library, what are you planning to do while you are here?”
“There is something H.G. and I want to do for you. We’ll be working on it tomorrow until my appointment with your facility physician.”
“You don’t have to do anything for me. You have already done something more than anyone else has done.”
Helen leaned back and cocked her head, “Really? What’s that?”
“You came back.”
The off-handed tone of that remark saddened Helen. Sierra noticed and rushed to assure her, “It’s fine, I’m fine. Before - that was by design, my choices as much as anyone else’s kept me solitary.” Sierra caressed Magnus’ shoulders, “Now I’ve met someone whose company I adore, who’s infinitely attractive,” She plucked at the collar of Helen’s shirt, “and I did want to see again, and here you are. Takes some getting used to, but it makes me happy.”
“I told you I would return,” Helen looked a little offended.
Sierra ran her knuckles along Helen’s jaw line, “Surely you know about promises made in the dark. They often fade like dreams in the light of day.”
“Well I for one will not fade in daylight or darkness.” Helen said pulling Sierra into a kiss. Helen teased Sierra’s lips open with the tip of her tongue while she backed the blonde over to the sofa. Sierra found herself sprawled against the cushion of the arm with Helen’s lips on her neck while her hands roamed the plateaus and valleys of her body.
Sierra’s heart skipped and she knew she was lost. She let Helen have her way as she pulled Sierra’s shirt off and explored her skin with velvet lips. Every now and then Sierra gasped when Helen used her teeth to make a mark and watch it fade. As Helen kissed down and lingered at her beltline Sierra spoke up, “What say we move this over to a more comfortable setting?” She suggested.
“Mmm,” Helen assented, and then cautiously added, “I’ve brought something I’d like to try with you.”
Sierra raised one eyebrow as Helen stood and went to her duffel. She could feel Helen’s excitement and knew there was nothing she could pull out of that overnight bag that Sierra would deny her.
Helen found and held up a harness with a toy already attached. Sierra chuckled, but there was lust in her eyes, “You want to ride me don’t you?” She’d had one of those a long time ago, though it was made of leather, not silicone.
“With those long legs of yours I want to take full advantage.” Helen said as she looked the blonde up and down with a predatory glint.
Sierra stood and crowded her. Taking the leather from her hand, she took a chance as well. “What if I just lay you down and fuck you without pretext?” She growled.
Mawer felt Helen’s emotional response at nearly the same time as the arms wrapping around her neck. Helen pulled her into a bruising kiss and with a small jump, hooked her legs around Mawer’s hipbones. “If you must,” Helen whispered in her ear. Usually the vulgarity would have sounded harsh to Helen’s ear, but when Sierra said it, it simply heightened her arousal.
Sierra carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Their eyes locked as they shucked their clothing. Soon, Helen scooted to the edge of the mattress and Sierra stood before her naked and beautiful. Magnus had ached for this for so long, a partner who could be taken one moment and take her the next.
Kneeling down and kissing her knee Sierra asked, “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” She ran her cheek halfway up Helen’s inner thigh, stopped and looked back up into Helen’s eyes.
“Do you?” Helen countered.
Sierra didn’t answer, she rose and took the harness off the bed where it had been tossed with Magnus and handed it over. Helen took it and wrapped the leather around Sierra, fastening the buckles tight. Pulling on the strap she found no give.
“Move back.” Sierra ordered and Magnus obeyed shifting up and laying her head on the pillows. Sierra followed more slowly. Beginning at Helen’s calf she alternated kissing, nipping and suckling up the length leg. As her lips crept up Helen’s inner thigh she paused, then nestled between them. Her mouth coaxed and her tongue was insistent as she lapped and explored, with Helen’s rapid breathing and incoherent mewling spurring her on. Sierra’s tongue traced random shapes through Helen’s tender folds, avoiding the rhythm that would allow Helen release. Feeling Helen’s want becoming need, she moved higher up her body and gently sucked a nipple into her mouth. She was forcing Magnus to beg and Helen knew it.
Helen arched into her. “Please Sierra,” Helen pleaded, her nerves thrummed and her need pulsed, aching for release, “Fuck me.”
Those words and the accompanying desire lit Sierra’s own nerves on fire. She groaned and, edging her hips closer, filled her lover in one fluid stroke, gasping at the way it made Helen feel.
Helen’s breath caught and a low moan into Sierra’s lips followed. Sierra let Helen set the initial pace, but took over when she realized she sensed what Helen wanted before Helen even knew she wanted it. It had been a long time, but her movements were smooth, and she knew how to satisfy. While she rocked her hips, here and there she shifted, reaching places that made Helen moan at each thrust. Helen’s eyes were black as night, her energy was so intense it was all Sierra could do to hold on to conscious thought as she felt the crescendo within Helen unfurl within in her self as well. Then she surprised herself and Helen by flipping them both over so Helen was astride her.
A low growl rose from Helen’s throat and she put a hand on Sierra’s chest levering herself up as she took her pleasure with slow undulations meeting each push of Sierra’s hips. Sierra placed one hand on Helens hip and the other kneaded slow circles into Helen’s clit. She was seeing stars as the fire rose within the woman above her until Helen shivered and let go with a moan, sweet release carrying both of them away.
After a moment of tension Helen leaned down and kissed Sierra, then relaxed on top of her as her breathing slowed. Sierra wrapped one arm protectively around her and reached down with the other, slipping the buckles so the harness fell away. As the toy glided out of her, Helen made a satisfied sound and snuggled in closer. Sierra closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of Helen’s hair, feeling soft breaths on her collarbone.
Pulling the blankets over them she let out a contented huff of air and kissed Helen’s forehead.
“Actually there was quite a bit of pretext there,” Helen said into her neck.
“Mmm yes, I have been accused of lavishing the reader with far too much description before beginning a story.” Sierra kissed Helen’s forehead and gave her a squeeze.